Congratulations to Lululemon for being the first one to post on my Facebook wall about William and Kate’s new baby boy.
As a Canadian company, still adhering to the royal monarchy, I would expect nothing less. You probably just won yourself another visit from the royals.
And congratulations to Suri’s burn book for the best coverage. Although, I have to admit, I’m surprised you aren’t calling off you love affair with Cruz Beckham in exchange for the soon-to-be named future King of England. There is a big difference between celebrity royalty and real royalty – it is called a crown.
Now, let’s let the ridiculous media circus continue as we wait for the name…
Robin Hood loves to celebrate things. It seems like there is birthday cake in our office nearly every week, champagne for wedding showers a few times a year, and finger foods for baby showers at least once a year. Since I started at Robin Hood two and a half years ago, there has always been at least one person who was pregnant. The latest in the string of expecting mothers is now a few weeks away from her due date, so the task of hosting a shower has arrived. Unfortunately, the mother-to-be is going to be working from home the last few weeks so we can’t throw her an actual party. Instead, folks on her team came up with a great idea. In lieu of a traditional shower, we’ll Robin Hood staff are going to start a library for the baby, with the hope that the collection reflects Robin Hood staff favorites. We were asked to submit the title of our favorite childhood book and to include a note as to what you loved about it or why it was your favorite. I loved this idea. Unfortunately, I can’t decide which book title to submit – I have too many favorites. Here are a few of the contenders.
Where the Wild Things Are – I mean, it doesn’t get much more classic that this. The pictures, the story, the imagination that it stirred inside me as a child definitely couldn’t be topped.
The Polar Express – I love Christmas and this story captures the truly magical feeling that this holiday/season presents. I love the pictures in this book and the way that it makes you believe. My mother had a collection of holiday books that would only be on the bookshelves during the period of time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was the biggest treat to revisit my favorite holiday stories with her during that time.
The Complete Tails of Winnie the Pooh – I was a big Winnie-the-Pooh fan growing up (well, who am I kidding. I still am) so my mother decided (ever the educator) that instead of just watching the cartoon that was part of Saturday morning cartoons, we should read the books. Before I went to sleep, she would come into my room and read a few pages from the book each night. I loved those times together and can’t wait to share this story with my children (some day!).
Robert the Rose Horse – This was a favorite of mine when I was about 6 years old. My grandmother first introduced me to this book, as it was part of their small children’s book collection that they kept on hand for our visits. My grandmother would read the book with such enthusiasm and even ad-libed some of her own lines that would leave me in a fit of laughter. A few years ago my grandmother gave me her copy, which was very worn and loved, as a Christmas present. It was one of the most meaningful presents I’ve ever received.
This weekend I participated in the NYC triathlon. The race consisted of a 1 mile swim, a 40k (24.8 miles) bike and a 10k (6.2 miles) run. Most of you would probably assume that for me, the race got more challenging as it went along . For the most part, you are right. My swim time was 7th in my age group (not going to lie, a slight disappointment), my bike split was 20th and my run split was 102nd. So yes, things got more difficult for my as the race went along — but that’s only speaking about the physical challenges.
Mentally, the swim was the worst. Ever since I was accepted into this race I’ve been panicking. I mean, swimming in the Hudson? Who wouldn’t be nervous?
But I’ve had a fear of open water swimming for years. Swimming in pools, fine. You can see the bottom, most of the time they don’t contain animals and the chlorine keeps out all of the “bad things.” But swimming in open water, that’s another story.
Some of you may remember this post blog I wrote about visit my grandparents in Florida. In it I mentioned my fear of open water swimming:
Abby and I spent a lot of time swimming in the bay in front of our grandparents house. We would blow up rafts and inner tubes, and see who could stand on them the longest without falling in the water. At the end of the bay, there was a mangrove island, no more than 150 yards away. When Abby was 7 years old, she decided she was going to swim out to this island. My dad jumped in the inflatable row-boat and paddled along besides her as she bravely made her way out to the island and back. When she returned, my grandfather gave her a sliver dollar for accomplishing this feat. Year after year, when we returned to their house, my grandfather would ask me if I was ready to make the same swim. Not until I was 21 years old did I actually do it; and I was freaking out the entire time. Sadly, I never received a silver dollar for my feat of bravery…
So for me, taking on the Hudson, which is fill with who knows what, was a feat for me. And it definitely gave me reason to smile the rest of the race, even when I was running/jogging/trudging at the end!
Thank you Matt for acting as my support crew. It was reassuring to see you running along the path as I swam, frantically swinging your arms around and telling me to go faster. It definitely reminded me of our days on Gators. Plus your hair looked amazing.
Every morning in the Englehauer household, the Today Show is playing, giving me the weather, a little bit of news and a lot of gossip.
And when I am home in time for the evening news, Brian Williams is the one who gives it to me. Brilliams in my favorite Robin Hood board member (sorry to everyone else – I can’t lie). I even have a truly remarkable photo of the big man himself from our 2012 benefit hung up at my desk. Other people have pictures of babies and significant others. For me, it is b.wills.
And anyone who knows me, knows that although I may live in NYC, in my heart I will always be part of the 603. The ‘shire. The granite state. Those who say “live free or die” and truly mean it. That’s right: New Hampshire.
So, when NBC News and by boy speak about the greatness that is NH, my heart melts.
“Anyone who has spent time in New Hampshire has an emotional tie to the state … but what I appreciated when I was governor was the people, and I believe they are what made a difference in getting the peace treaty negotiations done. … It’s been the people: their independence, self-reliance and imagination. It’s all possible in New Hampshire.”
— Jeanne Shaheen
Over the holiday weekend Matt and I took a trip up to Boston. Despite the heat we had such an incredible visit. I think it was the first time that we had taken trip that wasn’t for a wedding or a “real” vacation. We just went to a different city, saw lots of great friends, spent time with our families and just relaxed. It was lovely.
A few highlights from the trip:
Walking through Harvard Yard for the first time in years. Literally, I think the last time I was there was in 2010 for our friend’s wedding!
Going to the Red Sox game. Thankfully our seats were shaded for most of the game or else I would have melted.
Spending the 4th with some of Matt’s high school friends & watching the fireworks from a roof top in Southie
Visiting our friends in Hingham and dipping our toes in the ocean
Buying our first car!
Eating burgers and hot dogs on the back deck with Matt’s parents
Hanging out with my college roommate, her husband and their new baby boy – they even trusted Matt enough to hold him
Spending the day with my parents in Boston – of course they made it educational by taking us to the MFA!
Getting ice cream from my favorite place (Cafe Podima) on Sunday before our bus home
I need to extend to HUGE thank you to one of our friends who made the trip possible. He was kind enough to let us stay in his beautiful downtown Boston condo. Unfortunately he was out-of-town, so we didn’t’ get to spent time with him, but having a place to go home to made the trip that much better.
It was great to be back in the land that embraces madras print, pinstripe and Lilly Pulitzer all topped off with a Red Sox hat.